*Summer*

Misty isn't dead. I can hardly believe it, I want to see for myself. I am probably a fool to trust someone who has broken into my residence, into my bedchamber, but if he was going to take advantage, he could have done it while I had been asleep.

He could have conked me on the head and made off with me. He is tall, fairly broad, and I had felt the firmness of his muscles when I punched him.

He would have no trouble at all hauling me away.

As I change quickly into a simple frock that doesn’t require any assistance from my maid in dressing, I...